Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2009 02:58:03 -0700
From: james <m0difi3d@live.ca>
Subject: My Bathroom Lover  Chapter 1

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction containing sex between a middle-aged
man and a teenage boy (M, if this kind of material is offensive to you, or
you are not of legal age in the country/state where you live in, please do
not continue.

Author's Note:  This story came to me in a dream actually; I was the
teenage boy in the dream. I felt it made good use of a story, though I have
no idea how to continue it. This story is under property of the author,
anyone wishing to re-post this on their own website must confirm the author
for confirmation. However, feel free to download it and use for your own
pleasure, or send to a friend. All feedback is welcome.

Copyright 2008 Poltergeist, All rights reserved.

My Bathroom Lover
by
Poltergeist

       The lights in the building were dimmed to notify the visitors to
leave; I on the other hand needed to make a quick trip to the bathroom. The
tile flooring echoing beneath my runners, looking to confirm the time on my
iPod it was only 6:00 on Saturday. I was waiting for my dad to finish his
work in the office while I strolled around his downtown office
building. The hall to the bathroom was nearly empty except for a big, black
janitor who had finished his mopping in the hall - returning his supplies
to the broom closet. This wasn't the first time I'd been in Dad's office
building; I had a very good mental map of the layout, knowing that the
men's washroom was four more doors down, on the right. I always made the
same mistake of pulling the "push" door handle outside the bathroom. The
washroom itself was tidy. The mirror opposite the 4 cubicle stalls revealed
to a boy of 17 - dark brown hair and hazel eyes, aquiline jaw with minimal
blemishes. I liked to take care of my appearance. I was unfortunately small
for my size, being only 5'7 and 115 pounds; I looked like quite the
'beautiful bone-rack', as I'd once been told before.

       The cubicle behind me was less-than-clean so I'd opted to use the
one most seemingly clean - 3rd cubicle. I unzipped my jeans, lowering them
to my sneakers and myself to the seat, and waited. Dad's building always
fascinated me, especially the washrooms. Men would right the dirtiest
fantasies, and phone numbers informing readers where one could get 'amazing
head!!!' There were scheduled times for meetings most often on
Sunday. Closer observation revealed a small glory-hole bored into the
cubicle wall. The janitor must have found it, because it was closed off
with some sort of sealant; another exciting fantasy of mine.  I could see
it right now. There was a mid-40s business man looking to get a quick load
off, shoving his fat and circumcised penis through the excised hole in the
stall. The plump and helmet-shaped head glaring a vile shade of purple - an
obvious detail showing he was ready anytime to blow his load. The taut
glans glistened with drops of pre-ejaculate coming from the piss slit. How
I'd love to reach over, feeling the weight, the skin, the hardness of a
man's erect penis within my tiny hand. Or even more so, to take it in my
mouth, licking all around the head and tickling the slit with my tongue,
the taste of pre-cum coating my puffy lips. The man would thrust in and out
of my mouth spraying his sweet cum down my throat. My growing erection
disabled me from peeing, so I stood up only pulling my pants up underneath
my behind, and walked out of the stall to the urinals farther down to the
left.

       I was startled by the man who I saw standing there. He had his ass
sitting on the lip of the urinal and was stroking his cock in one hand, and
a cigarette in the other. His white-blond hair and tanned skin offset each
other perfectly. He had his eyes closed too, and jumped a little hearing me
exit the stall. The older man was shirtless, and had stopped touching
himself, letting his penis hang at half-mast above the zipper in his
light-washed jeans. Taking a long drag on his cigarette and tossing it into
the urinal behind him, he smiled at me.  My own erection at full attention
pointed right at this blue-eyed man. He beckoned me over. I turned away
looking at the door,

	"Don't worry, it's locked," he said while extending his arm,
reaching out to touch me.

I moved closer as my stomach began doing back flips. I'd never been touched
by a man before. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a virgin, but I've only ever
played with boys around my age.

	"Come here boy, it looks like he wants to play with me."

He took my penis in his hand. His skin was coarse and rough, but this
masculine hand encompassing my penis felt so erotic, it made me twitch in
ecstasy. A musky smell emanated from him as he stroked the length of my
member. He squeezed it a few times, causing little drops of pre-cum to
spill forth.

       "Well... Mmm, look what we've got here." He licked his lips and bent
down slightly taking my erection into his mouth. I began to moan as his
skilled tongue began to tease my slit. He tasted my juices; my boy
juices. This man had unparalleled suction around my dick, the wetness from
his mouth tortured me into thrusting into him. His right hand clasped my
bottom, and his other free hand began weighing my balls, toying with them
tickling my perineum and back further to my tight, pink hole. He spit out
my cock, replacing -in his mouth- the finger that had just grazed my
rosebud. His now saliva-coated finger was placed back upon my pinkness as
it circled around tentatively.

       "Such a nice tight hole you've got here boy." His words played
erotic sensual melodies within my ears. I'd never been complimented on my
hole before. Partially because I'd never allowed boys to fuck me, not after
my first boyfriend had. His was around 8.5 inches and very thick, he
impaled me. Literally. After the surging pain, and subsequent heartbreak
weeks later, I'd never allowed another soul to enter me. He stood up to
face me, letting go of my bottom. This man had a pretty impressive piece of
meat. It wasn't overly long, or overly thick. Its well-proportioned size,
half-hardened state, and perfectly round head all appealed to me; which is
when he began the sword fight. He pressed his erection against mine,
wiggling. This feeling was overbearing for me.  Eliciting a loud moan, he
clamped my mouth shut, with his own. I opened my mouth to allow entrance to
his tongue, playfully snaking against mine. Our passionate kiss and
frottage lasted for what seemed like a lifetime. When his lips relinquished
their hold on my own, his tongue licked my neck all the way up to my ear as
he probed it slightly, it tickled.

       "Will you please make me cum, sir? I have to get back to my father
soon...."  My voice trailed off as he grabbed my penis and began to tug on
it.

	"Touch my penis boy." This command I could not resist. I took hold
of his appendage bouncing it up and down in my hand feeling its weight and
hardness.  This was the most sexual contact I'd received in almost a
year. I felt as if I would explode.

       "Turn around now." I did as I was told. I couldn't help but shriek
when my body was rattled with the pleasant sensation of his tongue lapping
graciously at my asshole. Tiny circles trailed around the ring.  His tongue
dragging across my hole; up and down in long licks. Probing me feverishly
causing me to sweat, moan, and push my bum farther back to his mouth. When
his lips sucked in, taking the rim of my hole into his mouth slightly - I
could never imagine such a pleasure. Right then and there I began to
ejaculate all over myself, the urinal, and the floor.

       He licked his lips tasting my ass once again, quivering in
pleasure. Noticing the splatter of ejaculate all over the bathroom he first
cleaned me up, along with everywhere else it landed. As he was on the floor
I couldn't help but stare at the brown-pucker that was staring right back
at me. Remembering the feeling moments before of how he got me to cum so
intensively I bent down first just to get a better look. He sensed my
presence and stayed where he was. I was so turned on by what he had done to
me; I bent forward more, making a small lick across the length of his
hole. His response was a stifled moan, and a generous push from his hand on
the back of my head, signalling approval for further exploration of his
asshole. I'm not going to say I entirely enjoyed it, it was a pungent
bitter taste - but what do you expect giving a rim job to a random in a
public washroom?

       I sucked the lips of his asshole into my mouth as he'd done to me, I
tried to anyways.  His heat and arousal caused him to sweat more; this
became a more rank - but sweet taste to his hole. His hips started bucking
out of the intensity of his close-coming orgasm. I made my journey down to
his balls, seeing that he was jerking himself off while getting his ass
eaten.  Licking and sucking on them, he took my head in his hands, moving
me back up to his hole. I began to enjoy this.  He turned around, taking my
mouth from his ass, facing me before blowing his wad all over my face. The
man helped me to my feet, licking the side of my face with a big glob of
his semen, and kissed me with it. I tasted his juices - from each lovely
orifice. I had to have more.

       Unfortunately for me - Dad would be off work soon. I walked to the
bathroom mirror, inspecting the cum that painted my face. I took a few
tastes from what I had on me, and felt his arms wrap around me, embracing
me. He tucked my penis back into my pants, helping me straighten myself
out. I turned around and did the same to him before saying, "I'm really
sorry, I have to go now. My Dad is off work and I have to meet him at his
office unless I want to walk home..."

       He smiled at me, thanking me for the good time. I didn't ask his
name, nor did he ask me. That didn't matter. He said he's here the same
time every week, and hoped we'd run into each other again.



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